Subj: She Took The Law Into Her Own Hands        Author: Mike Royko, Chicago Tribune        Published April 29, 1993, Starting on Page 3       From: LABLaughsAdult on 2/19/2009 (S633c) Drawing from University of Missouri-Kansas City...

Ms Lloyd is a middle-aged nurse who lives with an elderly aunt in
the rural hamlet of Edwards, Mississippi near Jackson. This is her
story, most of it taken from a court transcript.

One night, Ms Lloyd was awakened by a sound.  She thought it was her aunt going to the bathroom. Suddenly a man stepped into her bedroom. 
Terrified, she sat up.  He shoved her back down and said: "Bitch, you better not turn on a light.  You holler, you're dead. You better not even breathe loud.  He declared his intentions, which were to rob 
her and commit sexual assault. Of course, he phrased it more luridly.
Then he took off most of his clothing and jumped into bed.

Here is what happened next, according to court records: Ms. Lloyd: "I got it. I grabbed it by my right hand.  And when I grabbed it, I gave it a yank.  And when I yanked it, I twistedall at the same time." (Need I explain what Ms Lloyd meant by "it"? I think not.)

"He hit me with his right hand a hard blow beside the head,and when
he hit me, I grabbed hold to his scrotum with my left hand and I was
twisting it the opposite way.  He started to yell and we fellto the
floor and he hit me a couple of more licks, but they were light licks.
He was weakening some then."

With Ms. Lloyd still hanging on with both hands, squeezing and
twisting the fellow's pride and joy, they somehow struggled into
the hallway.  "He was trying to get out and I'm hanging onto him"
and he was throwing me from one side of the hall to the other.  I
was afraid he was going to kill me.  So I was determined I was not
going to turn it loose.  So we were going down the hallway falling
from one side tothe other, and we got into the living room and we
both fell.  He brought me down right in front of the couch, pleading
with me.

"He says, 'You've got me, you've got me,'

I said, 'I know damn well I got you.'

He said, 'Please, please, you're killing me, you're killing me… I
can't do nothing. Call the police, call the police.

I said,' Do you think I'm stupid enough to turn you loose and call
the police?'

He said, 'Well, what am I going to do?'

I said,'You're gonna to get the hell out of my house.'

He said, 'How can I get out of your house if you won't let me go?
How can I get out? I can't get out.

I said, 'Break out son-of-bitch.  You broke in, didn't you?'  And
I was still holding him..

He said, 'Oh, you've got me suffering lady.'

I said, 'Have you thought about how you were going to have me suffering?'

He said, 'Well, I can't do nothing now.'

I said, 'well, that's fine.'"

Ms. Lloyd, still twisting and squeezing, dragged the lout to the
front door, which had two locks, and told him to unbolt them.  It
was a difficult process because he kept collapsing to the 
floor and she kept hauling him back to his feet.

When he finally unlocked the doors, he screamed: "I'm out, I'm out."

But Ms. Lloyd, now confident that she had the upper hand (or should
I say the lower hands?) said: "No, damn it, I'm taking your ass to
the end of the porch.  And when I turn you loose, I'm going to get
my gun and I'm going to blow your (obscenity) brains out, you nasty
stinking, low down dirty piece of (obscenity), you.  "And when I did that, I gave it a twist and I turned him loose.  And he took a couple
of steps and fell off the steps and he jumped up and grabbed his
private parts and made a couple of jumps across the back of my
aunt's car.

"And I ran into my aunt's room, got her pistol from under her night
stand, ran back to the screen door, and I fired two shots down the
hill the way I saw him go.  And then I ran back into the house and
dialed 911."

The police came and examined the man's clothing.  Inside the
trousers was written the name, Dwight Coverson.  They found
Coverson, 29 at home; in considerable pain and wondering if he
could ever be a daddy.

A one-day jury trial was held. As Coverson's court-appointed lawyer
put it: The jury was out 10 minutes.  (Long enough for two of them
to go to the bathroom)  And the judge gave him 25 years in prison.

The defense lawyer also said that Ms. Lloyd was recently on a local
Mississippi TV news show and mentioned that she had been contacted
about a possible movie of her story.  That is a film I would pay to
see.

As for Coverson, if this column should find its way to his prison,
I hope the guys in his cell block don't giggle too much.

I don't know if this story is true, but it was great reading it.